When Yan Xiaoran saw these people coming out of the door one by one, she stood still in place as she felt a cold chill running in her bones. Memories came crashing like a car.
Behind the steel bars, Yan Xiaoran lied on the thin mat the jailers kindly gave to her to protect her body from freezing during the winter season.
All night, she couldn't sleep for fear of people coming into her cell and beat her up once again. Her bruises and wounds from last week were still not healed and another round would do more damage to her.
With her eyes-wide-open, Yan Xiaoran stared at the plain white wall of her cell.
Suddenly, as she had feared for them to come, the door to her cell opened and several women in a prisoner's uniform came with a baton in their hands.
They stepped inside her cell and waved their batons like it was some lollipop they would offer to her.
